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I've been a wild rover for many's the year and I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer and now I'm returning with gold in great store and I never will play the wild rover no more Chorus: No more will I play the wild rover no, never, no more And it's no, nay, never no, nay, never! I went into an alehouse I used to frequent and I told the landlady me money was spent I asked her for credit, I took from me pocket ten sovereigns bright and the landlady's eyes opened up with delight she answered me nay such a custom as yours I could have any day she said she had whiskeys and wines of the best and the words that she told me were only in jest and I asked them to pardon their prodigal son I went home to my parents, confessed what I'd done and when they'd caressed me as oft times before I never will play the wild rover no more
I've been a wild rover for many's the year and I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer and now I'm returning with gold in great store and I never will play the wild rover no more Chorus: No more will I play the wild rover no, never, no more And it's no, nay, never no, nay, never! I went into an alehouse I used to frequent and I told the landlady me money was spent I asked her for credit, I took from me pocket ten sovereigns bright and the landlady's eyes opened up with delight she answered me nay such a custom as yours I could have any day she said she had whiskeys and wines of the best and the words that she told me were only in jest and I asked them to pardon their prodigal son I went home to my parents, confessed what I'd done and when they'd caressed me as oft times before I never will play the wild rover no more
male lead vocals
group vocals
major key tonality
simple harmonic progressions
punk roots
a twelve-eight time signature
mixed acoustic and electric instrumentation
a vocal-centric aesthetic
catchy hooks
Celtic roots
flute playing
extensive vamping
heavy electric rhythm guitars
a gravelly male vocalist
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this track by the Music Genome Project.
Hey! That's Shane McGowan singing most of the verses, and himself is clearly pissed as a newt already. Must be the second song of the evening, eh? How the man can keep to the words and the key while falling over, I have never figured--bless him!
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